Addressing the Consul of Luon

[Tal’jair Rusk]

Olar jor gar nu lise naastar mhi, aruetii. Mhi nu joruu o’r solus taap – mhi yaimi Iral'kar. Mhi nu liniba alore –gar nu lise mhi kedin. Mhi lise oyacyir ures gotala –mhi lise akaanir ti nekaanyc gaane. Mhi gana nay aade ra tal’din –mhi lise tug'hailir mhi soluure ti ashi’se copaani toir mhi. Mhi ori'shya shi aade ra akaan'ade, aruetii. Mhi cuyi urman. Mhi cuyi mird. Bal gar nu lise kyr'amur mirde. A mhi lise mirutrel'a kyr’amur gar.

Here’s why you can’t exterminate us, aruetii. We’re not huddled in one place – we span the Galaxy. We need no lords or leaders – so you can’t destroy our command. We can live without technology – so we can fight with our bare hands. We have no species or bloodline – so we can rebuild our ranks with others who want to join us. We’re more than just a people or an army, aruetii. We’re a culture. We’re an idea. And you can’t kill ideas. But we can certainly kill you.

Te Naast Mand’alor (Mandalor the Destroyer)